Doing the job of five, always multi-tasking, trying to find ways to be better.
A better mom…a better wife…a better blogger…a better worker…a better boss…a better do-er…an overall better person.
i tried so hard.
i really thought there was a brass ring to attain.
I thought I was so damn close.
Would there have ever been enough?
I guess the stroke really changed things, There can be ne “better” now. I have to be happy with what I am now.
And I’m learning that happy can’t always be competitive. Some things just happen.
My brand of happy has laughter written all over
Happy sometimes does less.
It learns to say no.
It sits with the kids and watches clouds when there are emails. They’re awesome.
So, take some time to stop when you think you can’t….it’s probably when you need your happy most.